Remember YOUR "small keed time"?
Those were the good old days! YOU were young, innocent, naive and maybe even a little bit "kolohe" (rascal). When you look back, I bet you cannot help but grin, yeah? I bet you can just feel a longing oozing up inside of you for a time when life was much simpler. Wherever you live now, if you grew up in Hawaii, you must remember your "hanabuddah days". Eh, no shame ... we all had "hanabuddah".
Eh … right now get choke stories already online written by Hawaiians and Hawaiians at heart. Most all writers had the unique life experience of growing up in Hawaii. That’s why the site is called ”Hanabuddah Days”.
Enjoy these personal stories.
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Written by William Kapaku
We lived in a three bedroom hale located in the Nanakuli Hawaiian Homestead. Ours was considered an average sized Hawaiian family with four girls, three boys, and of course my parents.
During the formative years though, we always had relatives living with us. It was great having our cousins stay because then there always was enough people for football, baseball, boys versus girls, and the most important competition of all, War!
The TV show "COMBAT" was very popular then, you know the one with
Read more: Homestead Hale
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Written by Rev. David Kapaku
I love my fuddah. I was young wen we met. He was the funniest dad you could ever have. But he had an uncanny way of saying "N0" wen you needed something. For example you might ask him, "Dad you can loan me five bucks?" He would reply, "Eh, wat you
Read more: I Love My Fuddah
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Written by Wally Bacio
When I was about 15 or 16, I used to play for the Hanapepe Broncos Pop-Warner midget league football team. The last year that I played for them, I developed a "knack" for kicking field goals. My buddy Matt Tsuchiya and I used to practice in our
Read more: Kickin' Pigskin At Waimea High School
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Written by George Cabral
I guess I was around 3 or 4 years because I was not in school. You know, stay home, play outside while Mom did the laundry outside in the back in the sink. Boy, she had it rough. We neva had one wash machine, so she was doing the laundry with one of
Read more: Growin' Up Nanakuli Style
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Written by Joyce Guzman
Port Allen was a beautiful seaport for the Matson Liners that came in during the early 40's and 50's. My dad was a Stevedore worker or what we called a Longshoreman. It was nice when he came home with pockets full of ebi. Boy, dried ebi was so ono
Read more: Port Allen: Seaport of Kauai
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Written by John Book
One of the unique things about living in Hawai'i was you could know people by what they were known for and not by their given names. These weren't musicians or news anchors, but rather the people you and I would see everyday while walking to the
Read more: Sweet Bread Boy
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Written by John Book
I love music. I am a record collector. I love my vinyl because they symbolize parts of our music history, and offer us a look into our past. If memories are hard to find, a song can often bring them back.
I often think about my current love of
Read more: Missing the Music Box Lady
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Written by Joyce Guzman
Wen I see the clothes style dat stay coming back, I laff because I remembah in high school wen we used to compete wearing crinolines. I no tink dat style EVA goin' come back ... eh, you girls remembah wearing dem? Look nice den, no? The mo' you
Read more: Skirts, Flats and Niagara Starch
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Written by Caroline Obra Ducosin
Pepeekeo Mill Camp, a sugar plantation camp on the Hamakua Coast of the Big Island, was where I was born and grew up. It was a small camp not far from the rugged eastern shoreline of the Big Island and surrounded by acres of cane fields sectioned
Read more: From Sugar Fields to Fields of Stone
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